Résistant (Banlieu 13)

They want to mold me into an artist who fits everywhere
They want me to drop singles
On cartoon beats
They want me to shut my mouth
In short, let’s rise up, let’s break it all
But they let the fakes and the wannabes talk
I won’t change, it’s like seeing Bush with a rosary
It’s like seeing my brother Doums hanging out at Châtelet
No way Iron becomes a piece of trash
Audiovisual like three-quarters of French rap

I am
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
An activist in front of the crowd, I don’t hesitate

I’m engaged to the streets but I’m not marrying it
I’m gonna bail on this life, I’m thinking of making you dance
My rap’s a cure, a shower of truth
I know what I write and I try not to get carried away
I haven’t killed anyone like Michel Fourniret
There’s no serial killer hanging in my neighborhood
Too many rappers have shit on hip hop
With dirty asses, that’s not your place on Skyrock

I am
A resistant, resistant, resistant
Spitting bullshit to millions of people
Resistant, resistant, resistant
Plus it’s pointless and no one’s selling

In French rap, none are millionaires
Just posers rapping about minor stuff
All have slap marks on their backs
Screwed by the big shots craving small careers
The media hijack our urban culture
French culture is dead, I tossed it in the dumpster
With the laws, the cops, and the eye on Le Pen
The slammer, the taxman, and double punishment
You can’t change me, it’s like shaving Ben Laden
I marvel at what I see, what I live, I touch every theme
I fight so they don’t listen, so they don’t suck my dick
And the day I flip my jacket, I’ll cut my own veins

I am
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
An activist in front of the crowd, I don’t hesitate

My goal is to mark people’s consciousness
My album’s a real read that you hear with your ears
I’m a resistant, in front of the crowd I don’t hesitate
To spit my lines and write these letters
Who are you? I come to fuck all those who lied
Iron the chosen one, I’m not a saint, not Trinity
I shit on fame
I drive my rap while drunk
Joko on Joko, I write the truth
I’ve lived in the ghetto since my first recess
I’ve never said anything in the search, I admit
Too many play tough and then confess

I am
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
An activist in front of the crowd, I don’t hesitate

I love life, I sip it and savor
In front of a drink, like everyone I run
Too much flash, you don’t make cash
It’s not by stumbling that I’ll get back to Africa
I don’t have the key so I start with a jack
No stress I leave, but no scream, it’s a crisis
I’m not dead like a brick on drugs
Vocal overload even if I’m in a daze

An activist, activist, activist
An activist, activist, activist
What?
An activist, activist, activist
An activist, an mili-ratatata
What are you?
But, but what are you?

I am
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
A resistant, resistant, resistant
What?
An activist in front of the crowd, I don’t hesitate